Chapter 485 Your Son Is in My Hands

"Who is that?"

"It stands to reason that they are your men."

"I have never heard of them and I don't recognize them."

The key question is: "If it is not your fault, who forced you to confess?"

"The day after I was arrested, someone came in and brought my son's toys to force me to confess." Fu Songhua said, "If I don't confess, my son will die. I made the toys myself, and I can recognize them at a glance."

He exhaled and said frustratedly: "I assassinated Zhang Guangyi in the past, which was a capital crime. It doesn't matter if there are a few more charges. How many times can a life be given? As long as they don't hurt my son."

He Lingchuan comforted him in time: "Your son is in my hands now, and he is very safe."

Uh, why does this sound a little wrong?

Fu Songhua's face twitched.

"Isn't this person Zhongsun Mou?"

"No!" Fu Songhua shook his head, "I don't recognize him."

As expected.

"Then, this man reconciled his confession with me." He continued, "He said that I would go to Lingxu City for trial, and I had to memorize my confession by heart, without any mistakes."

"Was there no one else in the cell at that time? The head of the cell or other inmates?"

"No, it was a death row, and I was the only one imprisoned there. After I memorized the confession, the man left. I didn't hear him talking to anyone else, but I heard the sound of keys at the door, the kind of sound of... a bunch of keys swinging, someone must have opened the door for him; half a day later, I was taken to the inn by the inspector for detention."

"This man wants you to admit that you are a spy and take the charge of attacking and killing the courier?"

"Yes, he also fabricated all kinds of details for me." Fu Songhua smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I can't memorize those confessions with a poor memory. They are too complicated.""

"He Lingchuan took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance from the storage ring: "Write down the confession. "

He personally ground the ink for Fu Songhua.

At this point, Fu Songhua did not refuse and wrote quickly.

After more than a quarter of an hour, he stopped writing: "I've finished it."

There were six large sheets of white paper, all filled with small characters.

"Write down what you've experienced in the past few days."

Fu Songhua wrote another half sheet of paper.

Then he bit his finger and pressed a blood mark on each sheet.

He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up: "You have a really good memory." He blew the ink stain dry and put the paper in his arms, "Remember, don't say we did this."

He rented this room in advance just for this.

"In addition, you also know that I'm here to handle the murder of the Lingxu City messenger. You may have no connection with the white-shouldered eagle, but you may have some intersection with the real murderer behind the scenes."

Fu Songhua's face changed slightly and he sighed: "After saying so much, you still don't believe me."

"It's not about trust. This kind of intersection may not even be clear to you. Otherwise, there are so many people hiding their identities in Baisha, why did they choose you? "

"I..."

"The intelligence we collected elsewhere also points directly to the northwest of Baisha. In other words, the real murderer may live around you."

Fu Songhua figured it out: "You mean, the real murderer also lives in the northwest of the city, but all the evidence is tailor-made for me?"

"They should have recognized you as a fugitive, but they didn't report you, so that one day when the case happened, they would bring all the blame on you and use you to take the blame! "He Lingchuan also read Fu Songhua's confession. The evidence provided by the man behind the scenes was so rigorous that even he was frightened. And there was no doubt that Fu Songhua was the scapegoat in the end.

If he had not witnessed the incident, he would have believed the confession.

In this way, the criminal and the evidence were sent north together, and the chief judge far away in the capital might not find it easy to find the flaws.

Besides, Fu Songhua had a criminal record and a record of being a spy, so it was easy to be nailed as the main culprit.

He Lingchuan knew very well that if you want to make a lie look perfect, you may have to use a hundred lies to cover it up.

This is a systematic project, which is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and may even cost lives.

So designating Fu Songhua as a scapegoat was not a whim, but a long-term plan.

"Do you know all the powerful and wealthy people living in the northwest of the city?"

"I know. "Fu Songhua is a fugitive, and it is necessary to recognize the environment around him. "There are seventeen powerful families, mainly retired officials from Chiyan, and celebrities from other vassal demon countries and even Lingxu City; there are many rich people, forty-seven families, scattered all over the place. There are ordinary businessmen like me, and some big officials and businessmen. "

Where the "top stream" is, local officials and businessmen will also gather there, which is convenient for interpersonal exchanges and business.

Besides, being able to live in the rich area is a symbol of status.

"There are too many suspects, can you help me screen some out?" He Lingchuan asked him, "Who do you think it will be?"

Fu Songhua thought for a long time and shook his head:

"I haven't had in-depth communication with anyone."

"Okay, then..."

Fu Songhua suddenly remembered a little detail: "But the person who asked me to collude with him has a square face, thick eyebrows, and is in his early thirties. "

He Lingchuan said bluntly: "Half of the people in Baisha look like this. "

"That face was indeed plain, but I found some pollen on the brim of his hat. A mouse jumped in from the window and startled him. He adjusted his hat and some pollen fell to the ground. I picked it up later. "

"He Lingchuan waited, knowing that he would not speak without a purpose. "

"That is the pollen of oleander. "Fu Songhua said slowly, "There are many oleanders in Baishaju, but they all grow on the east bank of Blue Lake. "

"Blue Lake is in the northwest corner of Baishaju?"

"Yes. "

He Lingchuan nodded: "Write to me the powerful families living in the east of Hudong. It's best to draw a map to mark them."

Fu Songhua did so.

His painting skills are on par with He Lingchuan's, and they are both soul painters. The so-called "Blue Lake" in his painting is just a flat circle, with a corner missing on the upper left, and the surrounding houses are also circles. Circle, only the last name is marked in the circle.

The important thing is the position, the position, don't worry about the details.

"Yes, there are more than sixty suspects, and there are probably only twenty-two left at once." He Lingchuan smiled, "You really saved me some trouble."

"Twenty-two is not a small number. How do you check it?"

"Let's talk again."

Fu Songhua put down his pen and said: "My son..."

He Lingchuan comforted him: "After you are cleared of being a spy, you can see him."

Fu Songhua asked suspiciously: "You contradicted the inspector simply to help me get away with it, right?"

"Of course not." He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be so sentimental."

"By the way. Why did you want to assassinate Zhang Guangyi in the first place?" At least this serious crime was confirmed, and Fu Songhua did not deny it.

"When he was an official in our local area, he killed the entire village, including my parents and uncles. I didn't expect that such a person could rise all the way up. If God doesn't accept him, I will accept him!" At this point, Fu Songhua looked complicated, " I thought I could just run around for a day, but the officials never caught up with me. Instead, it was General Hong Chenglue who suffered from me. Later, I unexpectedly had a son, alas..."

He looked at He Lingchuan and was a little curious: "How did you find my son?"

"You often go to Salun Town on the pretext of buying paint, and you always stay in the same inn. Then I will send someone to inquire around the inn to see if there is any beautiful, wealthy widow within a mile or two of the inn, with nine or more children at home. A boy under 20 years old. Well, you were not married when you started running away.”

"Such specific conditions can be screened out quickly."

Fu Songhua asked curiously: "How do you know that the child's mother is beautiful and also a widow?"

"How can you want something if you're not beautiful? Besides, rich women are generally not that ugly."

"..."

"Would you allow her to take your baby, spend your money, and sleep with other men?" He Lingchuan smiled, "She must be a widow, at least on the surface."

"...Why do you still have to have money?"

"You are born in a rural area, don't you know what kind of situation a young poor widow is in a small town and what kind of scandals she will encounter?" He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Money is the best and simplest barrier."

Fu Songhua was stunned for a long time, and then sighed: "Awesome... I did hire a few monsters to serve as guardians for her, but they can only stop the rough guys in the town, but they can't stop you caring people."

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The special envoy of Chiyan Kingdom had already left with the wind, and Lu Dutong also clasped his fists at Zhongsun Mou and said, "I'm sorry, we are also on official business."

Then he left the inn with the Chiyan soldiers and rushed to the county government office in a hurry.

The county magistrate Baishaqian did not dare to stay and left with them.

The yard was suddenly empty, except for the broken door, mud and branches that had been trampled on, and the other tenants peeking out.

Zhong Sunmou's face was ashen, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

Where did Fu Shanyue find such subordinates? They messed around and disrupted all the plans.

He ordered the guards to guard the door, then entered the inner room, closed the doors and windows, walked to the basin stand, and threw a light blue crystal into the wash water.

This substance dissolves in water and dyes the entire basin of water blue.

Zhongsun Mou recited a few words silently and stretched out his hand to stir the water.

When the water calmed down again, the water became colorless again, but the reflection in the basin was not Zhongsun Mou.

That's another face.

This water mirror technique allows Zhongsun Mou to communicate with others within ten miles for a short period of time. Although there are various restrictions and the duration is only thirty breaths, it is safer and more secretive.

There was a goshawk perched on a high branch far outside the house, staring at it with bright eyes, but Zhongsun Mou didn't even go out.

He said to the person in the mirror: "A special envoy from Fushanyue appeared on the way, persuaded Fu Songhua to retract his confession, and kidnapped this person. Now he is sent to the county government for retrial. We must pursue the messenger case to the end."

Time was precious and he spoke very quickly.

The person in the mirror was shocked: "How could you let me!"

"He mobilized nearby troops. It won't be that easy anymore."

If he were in Lingxu City, Zhongsun Mou could kill that little bastard a hundred times; but in Baishaqiang, with only a dozen guards around him, no one is really strong in terms of fists.

As for the identity of the inspector, if the other party is willing to kill him afterwards, what if he doesn't recognize it?